concert in the park

sorry i suck! i've just been SO tired lately, y'know? and sitting on my butt posting takes a LOT of energy. that, and it's just pretty much been business as usual around here, so nothing exciting to report.

i went to a free philharmonic concert in central park tonight, and it was quite the cultural experience. i went with two girls from my internship, and since i like bragging about my multi-cultural friendships, i'll tell you that i went with the french girl and the kenyan girl from my internship, and the french girl's sri lankan boyfriend. it was pretty weird when i mentioned something about disneyland and no one knew what i was talking about.

so anyway. apparently every summer nyc does a "concerts in the park" series. tonight was a philharmonic concert from 8-10, followed by fireworks. it was PACKED. we're talking thousands and thousands of people, all crammed together on blankets, with their spreads of cheese and bread and fruit and their bottles of wine, lit by candles, with fireflies twinkling around. somewhere around 9 the smell of marijuana wafted over towards us (not that i know what marijuana smells like.....), and i felt like i was at a rich version of woodstock or something. it was like 4th of july fireworks events injected with massive doses of sophistication steroids.

in other news, no matter how much i try to fight it, my obsession with the amc show "mad men" has just grown and grown, and i'm spending WAY too much money renting the first season from blockbuster. in case you're not familiar with it, it's about men in the advertising industry at a company on madison ave in the '60s. so basically it's totally disgusting and misogynistic and heteronormative and all that stuff feminists hate, but it's sucked me in. the fact that the leading man is a BABE has nothing to do with it.

p.s. i quit my job. oops.

my roommate beats me

mentally, that is. the quality of my home life has detoriorated enormously in the last few days, and the tension is almost tangible. now i feel like i have to creep around my apartment and only venture out into the main area when i know for sure SHE isn't gonna be there:

doesn't she just LOOK like she can be a huge BITCH? (i apologize for the strong language, but i'm quarantined in my room right now while she monopolizes the rest of the apartment and i'm getting more pissed off by the second).

now, granted, she has a right to be mad at me. i would most definitely have been mad at me had i done what i did (damn that sentence got away from me). basically, i was a little late in getting the rent check to her, for a variety of reasons that eventually came down to the post office taking their sweet little time getting the check from cali to ny (fyi: because i don't trust myself not to spend my rent money, i'm having dad keep it and mail the checks). basically she was PISSED and MEAN and has now made things incredibly awkward between us. so we don't really talk or acknowledge each other when we're in the same room, and considering how small this apartment is, that's a LOT of opportunities for tension. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

tomorrow, instead of going into the office, all the interns are meeting at sam's apartment to talk about redesigning our website. we're gonna be there from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., and i'm scared to death because i have NO IDEA what we're possibly going to talk about, or what i'm possibly going to be able to contribute, for 8 hours. i'm excited to see her apartment though, because she used to be/still kind of is an artist, and i hear from other interns who have been there before that her apartment is filled with all kinds of cool art and stuff. and she's feeding us, and word is that she's a great cook. and i also hear that their last meeting like this ended in alcohol, so hmmmm...... but my friend ellen from smith is coming into ny from boston tomorrow night and we're gonna paint the town red and i'm super excited, especially because i didn't realize until last night that....

FRIDAY'S A HOLIDAY!!

yesterday, one of the women who works in an office adjacent to ours was listening to leonard cohen. it was almost inaudible, and i was on the opposite side of the room, but dammit I HEARD IT and it was BEAUTIFUL. i couldn't contain myself, and i went to talk to her about it and we both started going ga-ga over him (she's probably in her 60s, to give you a visual), and then she turned it up and the rest of the day was spent basking in the warmth of that majestic voice. not too shabby.

leonard cohen is my religion.

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